"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Poem: The Collective We



Our hands instinctively shield
and comfort us,
noticing the slightest change
in this wonder that clothes,
gently massaging,
exploring, assessing,
as we rush ahead,
unaware.

The hands are not, however,
the seeing eyes,
the glorious, vulnerable kidneys,
the beating heart.

Every part is unique
and essential
to the body entire.

We have such
need
of one another.








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